The Progression of Emily It all began with Emily and her husband, Michael, "play-wrestling" on their Super King-sized bed. Emily is a fairly athletic 5' 10 1/2" woman and her husband is a 6' custom home builder. Being playful and "spunky" sometimes Emily is able to catch Michael in holds that he cannot escape from and she demands "OK, let me hear it!" and Michael must say the words that will earn him a release from the hold "OK, you've got me. I give!" Emily is a "high-waisted" woman with exceptionally long and strong legs, which she has learned to use to her advantage. At first it was just pinning holds that counted. Tonight, for instance, she already has notched 3 pinfalls. The first was with a cross-body pin with Michael's right arm scissored between her thighs and his left wrist pulled the opposite direction. Next was the reverse body press. And finally Emily applies a wicked grapevine pin stretching her husband's arms by pulling his wrists in opposite directions while pulling his entwined legs widely apart as she spreads her exceptionally long legs in the splits. No way out of that baby! She whispers in his ear "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10!" as the struggling ends and the love-making begins. Besides pinning, there have been "gotcha!" where there is no escape from a hold and "tap out" where the pressure hold is applied. Lately, Em has perfected the art of the scissors hold applied to the head and waist. Those long, sturdy "tree trunks" have unbelievable squeeze power in them and usually elicit a quick tap-out. In Fantasy-land Michael secretly wonders what would happen if his wife were to test her skills against another woman. Is his Amazon Queen really as good as she appears to be? The next stage has the two moving onto a specially-ordered roll-up mat in the rec room as they try out different holds from a wrestling manual and their sessions sort of turn into training sessions as they exchange positions and try to escape, refining the holds with each session. They both enjoy the workout and notice the increased fitness level as a result of their wrestling workouts. And the fantasy realm has expanded, too, with costuming. If they are practicing from the freestyle manual, Em wears her singlet, knee pads and wrestling boots (two outfits). If they are practicing from the submission wrestling book, Em wears an athletic muscle- back bra, bicycle shorts and goes barefoot. The fantasy realm has also changed: Michael is Emily's trainer/coach and he compliments her in her remarkable progress. Sometimes the workouts get quite strenuous, but the competition element has taken a back seat to the "skills acquisition" element. (Ed, a business associate, surprises the couple during one of their sessions). "You guys wrestling?" "Well, yes, actually". "Hey, you mind taking a break? Karen is out in the truck; we'd like to talk to you." "Well, sure, I suppose". Karen and Emily were long-time best buddies, so I guess this was OK. Karen and Ed come in as Karen quick sizes up the situation with the mat, the robes, the shoes, etc. Karen is slightly more wiry than Emily at nearly the same height. She has just come from working out at the gym and is still in her gym clothes. White high-top aerobic shoes, and velour suit covering her leotard-tights combination. She quickly sheds her outer wear and gets right to the point. "Emily", would you mind showing me some of your wrestling holds? Ed has this weird wrestling fantasy." Michael froze. His friend and business associate and his attractive wife have the same kinky fantasy? Can it get any stranger than this? "I'll be right back" offers Michael as he goes to the frig to bring out a couple of beers for himself and Ed and a couple of mineral waters for the girls. The guys settle into a couple of deck chairs as Em is already demonstrating a few holds. Suddenly, Karen sinks the half-nelson, drives Emily over onto her back and is up and her toes with her feet spread wide apart for stability. Emily instinctively bridges and finally gets to her stomach and pancakes as Karen ankle-picks her back down to the mat. Holy Shit! Ed jumps up and signals "Five points, blue!" as the girls continue their earnest contest. Evidently, Ed wrestled in high school down south and Karen used to go to practices and matches. Karen attempts a cradle pin, but Emily to too strong with her arching as she lands on top of Karen and now has her in the cross-body crotch lift. Now Michael jumps up from his chair and sees that his Amazon has Karen's shoulder blades flattened. "1..2..3! Pin!" as he reaches down and lifts his wife's arm up over her head. "The winner of the first fall by cross- body pin, Emily!" Emily beams and Karen grins from the mat. "Bet you can't do that again" she grins. By the time the girls and Ed are seated at the table Michael is returning from the frig with a couple of cold glasses of Chardonnay for the girls. The girls are talking a mile a minute as the guys knock back another cold one. "How about 2 out of 3," volunteers Ed. "Or 3 out of 5" adds Michael. "Or how about just next?" suggests Karen. The girls make their way back to the mat and ask Michael "How is this going to work/" "Ok, Ed will take the stopwatch. There will be 3 minute rounds unless a pin is being applied. 3- count pins. I'll referee." The first fall doesn't count. We'll go as many falls as you both want. Let's start from the referee's position to be safe." Emily wins the coin toss and chooses the top position. To make a long story short, the wrestling was fast and furious and spirited. Emily was indeed every bit of the wrestler that Michael thought she was and used her superior size and strength. Karen was extremely quick and flexible, if inexperienced. Emily won the first two falls, but not without a fight, but Karen pinned her in the third fall, as Ed let out a whoop! Emily was now gassing out a bit from her struggle to avoid the pin and wants to quit, but Emily pleads for one more fall. The fourth fall was a total reverse of the first two. Karen is now gaining confidence and maneuvering Emily around at will. Finally, she slips her hand over the shoulder and joins the other hand underneath Em's leg in the small package and stacks Emily up into the classic cradle pin. Emily's kicking is to no avail as Michael counts all the way to 10! Jubilant, Karen leaps up to get a hug from Ed as Michael consoles his defeated gladiator. Finally, Michael asks both women to come to the center of the mat and raises both arms up. The girls embrace and start making plans for their next wrestling get-together "without the guys". More wine and beers and laughter. Michael is still wondering: Sure, Emily was already tired from our previous workout, but Karen is no slouch. With a little practice, she certainly has the moves to be a top-notch wrestler herself. Who is the better woman? To be continued ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. (The girls did get together on the mat, often, as Karen also learned the fine art of submission wrestling, especially applying Emily's scissors holds. Karen's lean legs turn out to be amazingly strong as Ed is now calling his wife "the Scissors Queen". Michael wants to know: so, who is the best wrestler? You can take her, can't you? Emily just shrugs her shoulders: I think so, but Karen is getting better every session. Now, I just don't know.) Finally, the show-down is set as a gift to the guys. Eight o-clock next Saturday night, as the padding goes up on the walls and the new lighting is set in place. This is going to be the ultimate fantasy for the husbands. Alternating pins with submissions, The match goes on until one woman concedes. Ed and Michael will alternate referee duties. Breaks between falls will be until both women want to continue. The first fall was a real surprise as Emily came out smoking and pinned Karen flat in about 20 seconds. The girls agreed to wrestle another pinfall, since the match was so short. It was a little closer, but Emily's size factor earned her another pin, so it was 2-0 as the girls adjourned to the changing room to change into their submission outfits. This time Karen came with a new wrestling singlet: red with black wrestling boots. Emily wore the royal blue with matching boots. As the girls appear from the rooms in their two-piece outfits, we have Karen in the white and Emily wearing black. Once again, the more experienced Emily starts out dominating the action, but suddenly Karen swings her legs up into a scissors grip around Em's neck as she reaches back to knot with the other leg grabbing her own ankle. Emily is now furiously trying to break free, but finally has to tap out as her fact is turning beet red! Michael taps her leg and orders the release as he raises Karen's arm and declares: "The winner of the 3rd fall with a knotted head scissors, is Karen, so the match is now, 2-1, Emily." After a long break, they decided to wrestle one more submission fall. This time, Karen's speed and flexibility fends off Emily's attack until - very quickly - Karen nails a straight-legged body scissors as she stretches out to maximum length as she grimaces, pouring on all the strength she can muster. Emily knows she is in trouble as she also winces with the pain. Michael is seated with the stop watch, but his gaze is riveted on Karen's striated leg muscles and her clearly separated frontal thigh muscles are bulging. Karen is now shaking her legs as Emily's attempts to break the ankles apart are having no luck. Em now slaps the mat loudly and repeatedly as Ed asks his wife to release the hold. Michael runs over to his fallen warrior, as Emily is just lying with her arms over her head, trying to recover. After a really lone time, she gets to her feet as Ed declares the match to be all even at 2-2. Karen asks, "Do you want to just quit?" but Emily gamely shakes her head and heads for the dressing room to change back into her singlet and boots. This time the fall is over lickety-split, with Karen getting the turn and applying a perfect spread-eagle cross body pin to a 5-count. Now, it's 3- 2, Karen, and Emily still does not want to quit and admit defeat. Deep- down she still believes that she is the better wrestler. Fall #6 begins with a quick spin-behind, takedown and long ride by Karen as Emily resists the turn, but is not able to maneuver out of Karen's merciless riding series. Finally, Karen eases up on her weight encouraging Emily to try to get to her hands and knees. This is when Karen secures the power half-nelson and eventually flips Emily over onto her back. Emily is still about to bridge, but now Karen patiently waits for Emily to drop down. As Emily does finally slump back down to the mat, and Ed tries to slide his hand underneath her shoulder blades - but cannot - he counts out as the 5-count pin to end the fall and the match. Michael's thoughts are racing as he focuses on how wide a stance the limber Karen was spreading, with the weight first on the black knee pads, but then her black wrestling boot splayed out flat for nt possibility whatsoever to being turned. Karen's pelvis in her red singlet is also pressed flat to the mat. Damn! And she is just a beginner! The mind races. Not long ago, he thought that his Amazon wife was undoubtedly the Wrestling Queen, but now he was asking himself: Is Karen really the Wrestling Queen? With those steel-banded legs for squeezing and the picture- perfect application of all the pinning holds, who could possible challenge this woman? Ed does the concluding ceremony. "The winner of the fall in 2 minutes, 15 seconds now leads the match 4-2 and Emily has conceded." Raising his wife's arm as Emily raises the other in a gesture of sportsmanship, he pronounces. "The new reigning Women's Wrestling Champion ... Karen Armstong!!!!" Well, I am sure that you can imagine what happened next. As soon as Emily was finished licking her wounds from her defeat at the hands (and legs!) of her young, lean friend, she went back to work with a vengeance, vowing to take back the crown (yes, the ladies had actually put together a crown, scepter and necklace for the champ!). Emily was actually nagging her husband for more "mat time" at home and working on her moves, especially her own scissors and pinning moves - with sweet revenge on her mind. Power walks in the hills were stepped up as she vowed not to "gas out" next time. For her part, Karen - a "gym rat" anyway - stepped up her training regimen to include strength training specifically for her "wrestling muscles". She had even shared her experience with some other ladies and they had talked about getting together a wrestling class at the gym. In any even, Karen was not about to let the title slip from her grasp! Meanwhile, the two women continued their meetings at the Porter rec room to hone their skills. Michael was just dying to know "So, how is Karen doing? Do you think you can take her next time?" Well, it's just not easy to say. I can't survive her scissors and she can't handle mine, so it's about a draw there. I did pin her in a practice match last week, so I probably still have a slight edge. But you never know what will happen in the heat of battle. We're talking about next Saturday night. Are you guys up for it?" Emily grinned. The wrestling workouts between the Porters were pretty intense and Michael was amazed at his wife's progress in all areas. Now he was thinking that NO WOMAN could possibly whip his Amazon. At any rate he was now looking forward to having Emily's arm raised at the conclusion of Saturday night's rematch. No way could Karen survive his wife's firepower! Well, the big night finally came with a little bit more dramatic pageantry. Special music sound effects, microphone, introductions, instructions with glare-down. The girls had it all worked out. As they peeled their robes off it was Olympic-style first with Emily in the blue singlet with black wrestling boots and Karen in her new black singlet and white wrestling boots. The first fall was all Emily, who finally stretched Karen out in her patented grapevine pin as she was looking every inch the legitimate champion. The second fall seemed to be going her way as well until Karen slyly squeezed Em's knee toward her head in a lightning small package and then with a karate yelp rolled Em up into the cradle where Ed counted her shoulders pinned to the mat. All even 1-1 after the Olympic style. Next the ladies went in to change into their submission togs. First Karen emerges in all-red two-piece with a high-cut thigh. She is shaking her leg muscles to loosen up as Michael's tongue is hanging out! Then Emily emerges in a maroon outfit cut similar to her black outfit. You can see her much heavier thighs and calves and bigger footsies. There is at least a 20 pound weight difference here. The first fall submission goes to Emily with a camel clutch, as Karen rubs her neck to be sure that it is OK. It is and the women circle each other as the new bell clangs. And that was when it happened. As the two were rolling around, somehow Emily got behind and latches those tree trunks around Karen's midriff as Karen attempted to turn in and roll Emily up. Em grabbed her wrist, twisted herself and brought her back down to the mat, still trapped between those formidable thighs. Emily then fully extended her legs as she squeezed the solar plexis and all the starch left Karen's body. There was no tap out, but clearly Karen was unable to put up any fight at all. Ed shouted, "Stop it!" and Michael tapped his wife's shoulder and shouted "Release!" which she did. Karen just laid on the mat gasping for breath. After a long time Ed helped her into the changing room and she came out with her street clothes on ready to go home. You can have the crown, she said weakly to Emily, on the way out the door. "Sorry" was all that Emily could say as the fun and games were over, thanks to Em's lethal thighs. Now, it had been a long time since the two women had gotten together and there were 4 women at the gym who had signed up for the wrestling class - pin-style - taught be the high school wrestling coach. Naturally, Karen was his star pupil to start out as she handily pinned all three other in succession during their first full scrimmage tournament. At least on her home turf she was still the Wrestling Queen! So, I'll bet you've already figured out the next twist, right? Well, one fine Thursday night, guess who saunters into the gym and into the women's wrestling class. You guessed it! Emily calmly peels off her outer togs and there she stands: 5 feet 10 1/2 inches, down to about 160 pounds in her white leotard, white tights and white wrestling boots, which look to be about size 13! (Didn't anybody ever explain that white shoes make you feet look bigger?). The class had grown to 6 women and one young lady was putting her "Speedy Gonzales" moves on Karen. Karen was down to 145 and the greased lightning newcomer was about 123 and 5-5. Which didn't stop her from earning a 12-2 majority decision over Karen (they were now using the official scoring system). Em just began stretching and looking over at the class, who were giggling. Mr. Walsh came over to introduce himself and said that he had heard a good deal about the "other" wrestler in town. He quickly paired Emily up with C.J. - chunky blond, about 5-5 and 150, which she was always swearing to diet off, but never getting around to it. The blond proved to be strong as a bull, but Emily nailed her after about 2 minutes of skirmishing and the coach's hand loudly slapped the mat as the whistled the pin recorded. The official scorekeeper entered Emily's name on the roster and recorded the match outcome. A disappointed C.J. slipped to 12 -10. Finally, near the end of the session, Coach Walsh asked Karen if she wanted to re-match with Emily if she was game. Both women couldn't get out of their warm-up outfits fast enough, so the long-awaited rematch was officially going to begin.